It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.